Virgin Mary; The Disguise
Author: Paul_okito
last update2026-10-31 22:22:48

"I want to work with your people."

Peter studied him cautiously. "You think defeating Simran means you can walk into any business here?"

Maverick pulled out a chair.

"There's a saying: a clever fisherman doesn't fight the river; he learns where the fish gather. I'm not here to challenge your position. I'm here because I believe I can be useful to your operation. Give me a chance to prove it."

Peter was about to respond when another inmate approached their table.

"Peter, we have a problem."

Pete
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    Maverick held the boss's gaze.“That's an interesting thing to say to someone who was framed for murder.”The boss gave a faint smile. “You really don't know when to leave things alone, do you, kid?”“Not when someone has gone to so much trouble to put me behind bars.”“I'm not here to debate your innocence.”“Then why are you here?”The boss studied him for a moment before glancing towards the service corridor.“Because I know who you are, Maverick. And I know what happened to the senator.”Maverick's expression tightened.“You know what happened?”“I knew about the operation before the senator was killed. He had uncovered information that certain powerful people wanted buried. He was getting too close to matters involving influential figures, and his continued investigation threatened to expose them.”“So they had him murdered.”“They arranged for him to be silenced. The people behind it don't tolerate loose ends.”“Who are they?”The boss chuckled. “You're already asking the questi

  • Investigation Begins

    “He attacked me!” Maverick spat, blood gathering at the corner of his mouth. “I was defending myself!”A warder struck him again. His knees buckled. He hit the floor, his cheek scraping against the concrete.The beating continued until the door opened.“What the hell is going on?”The blows stopped. The boss stood in the doorway, his expression darkening as he looked at Maverick on the floor. One warder straightened.“There was a death in his cell.”“I can see that.” The boss stepped closer. “What happened to him?”“He killed another inmate.” Maverick lifted his head. His lip was split, and one eye was already swelling. “He attacked me while I was sleeping,” he managed to say.The boss looked at him, then at the warders.“Is he supposed to be questioned like this, or beaten to death before anyone hears what happened?”Nobody answered. “Get a doctor. Now.”“He needs to be transferred to the prison hospital,” a warder said.“Then arrange it.” The boss crouched briefly beside Maverick. “

  • Preston Is Dead

    A hand clamped around Maverick’s throat. His eyes flew open. Before he could draw breath, his attacker drove a knee into his stomach and pressed him flat against the bunk. The mattress springs groaned beneath them.Maverick grabbed the wrist at his neck. “Get—off…”The fingers tightened. His lungs burned. He twisted his head, trying to pull air through the narrowing space in his throat, but the man above him only leaned harder.“Thought you were getting too comfortable, didn't you?”The voice sounded familiar.Maverick drove his elbow upward. It caught the attacker somewhere in the ribs. The pressure eased for half a second. That was all he needed. He rolled violently, sending both of them crashing off the bunk. His shoulder struck the concrete floor. Pain shot down his arm, but he didn't stop. He swung at the figure looming over him.The man staggered.Maverick scrambled to his feet, coughing and clutching his throat. Before he could steady himself, the attacker charged again. The

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    The following morning, Maverick was summoned to the boss's office.Several weeks had passed since his first journey to Canada. He had completed five more trips, making six in total. During each, he studied the roads, landmarks and changing conditions, memorising what he saw and piecing together a picture of the organisation's movements. He kept his conclusions to himself.Several senior members were already seated when Maverick entered. The boss sat at the head, while Peter stood near the wall.“Come in, Maverick,” the boss said, gesturing toward an empty chair. “Take a seat.”Maverick sat down. One of the men across the table looked him over and laughed.“So this is the prisoner you've been talking about?”Another man shook his head. “Since when do we bring inmates into meetings like this?”The boss ignored them. “He's raised concerns about our current arrangements. I want to hear his suggestions.”The first man leaned back. “Should we ask prisoners from the yard how to run this orga

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    The vehicle rolled through the prison gates, and the familiar concrete walls came into view. After the long journey back from Canada, the men were eager to return to their cells and rest. Maverick stepped out, straightened his clothes and glanced around the compound. Peter approached him. “The boss wants to see you.” Maverick nodded. “Let's go.” They crossed the courtyard and entered the building where the boss usually received visitors. Two men stood outside the room. When Maverick walked in, the boss immediately rose from his chair. “Look who's back!” He laughed heartily and approached Maverick, pulling him into a firm embrace. “You did it, kid! You actually pulled it off.” “The delivery was successful,” Maverick replied. “Successful?” The boss released him, still smiling. “The people in Canada were pleased, the arrangements went smoothly, and you handled yourself well at the border. That's more than I expected from someone making his first run.” Peter chuckled. “You shoul

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    The statue hit the ground with a dull thud. For a moment, nobody moved.Peter's face tightened as he stared at it. The officer who had dropped it looked down, then bent to pick it up. He turned it over, examining the figure before checking for damage.The Virgin Mary statue remained intact. Maverick stepped forward and collected it from him.“Sir, you can see how good our products are. I don't think God would punish us for breaking such a beautiful item.”The officer glanced at him, then at the statue.A faint smile crossed his face.Maverick turned towards Peter. “My colleague was only worried that such a beautiful religious item might be damaged. He's a man of faith.”Peter caught on immediately. He nodded, forcing a nervous smile.“Of course. It's a sacred item.”One of the officers chuckled. Even the man holding the inspection papers seemed less stern.But Maverick knew they weren't out of danger yet.The officers continued examining the consignment. Questions were asked, document

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